By noon, the corners of the migratory beast's mouth were already foaming at the mouth, and it was panting like thunder, but its footsteps did not stop at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the terrifying feeling of danger in the heart continues to intensify. Even the slave traders and the officials of Arcane City already felt a sense of suffocation and panic as if the end of the world was coming.

In the north, in the direction of the mysterious desert, there was a sudden loud sound like the heaven and earth sinking, followed by the violent yellow sand that covered the sky.

"Whew-"

A strange roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth seemed to roar in everyone's heart.

The migratory beast suddenly stopped, its body was like chaff, and howled loudly, except for Hanfka and the two elves, the other cadres were caught off guard and fell out one after another, a few slave traders who were familiar with martial arts were fine, but the officials fell one by one and broke their heads and bleed.

The worst thing was Mite, who was thrown in the air and flipped seven or eight times in a row, and when he fell, there happened to be a pillow-sized stone on the ground, and he hit it head-on, and his brain burst out, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Hanfka stepped forward a few steps and picked up an official: "How far are we to reach the city?"

The official exclaimed with a bitter face: "There are at least five or six days to go, and you can go back to the Western Province to the south, but it will take a few days to walk before it is crowded." ”

At this time, the area covered by the yellow sand began to expand.

"Don't be stunned, run. Humphka yelled, and ran away with the officer, but after a few steps, the officer slipped like mud, crying, "I can't run, my legs are weak." ”

Hanfka swept it away, and sure enough, in addition to the elf brothers, even Raghu and other fierce slave traders were paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move. The elven brothers were also pale and wheezing heavily.

Hanfka's own heart was beating fast, and he hated the feeling of falling into inexplicable fear, but he couldn't help himself, but he felt terrible - even when he was hung up to be roasted alive, he had never been so afraid.

At this moment, there was a sharp roar from the north, and Hanfka followed the prestige, and the blue mecha that once made him hate inexplicably but helplessly, ran in all directions like ants that had blown up their nests, and most of them were rushing in their direction.

Tempest Legion, the whole army is defeated!

The Tempest Legion is almost exclusively flying mechs, and relatively fast enough to be faster than most of the Legion's peers.

But now in Hanfka's eyes, they are no longer arrogant, only madness.

Crazy madness.

Very few mechs can fly in a stable straight line, and the sky is full of crooked flight tracks, and from time to time the mecha collides heavily in the air and explodes into sparks in the sky.

When the slave traders and officials saw this, they almost forgot their fear. For the people of the Western Provinces, the fierceness and pride of the Tempest Legion is something they have known in their minds since childhood, and now it is almost as unquestionable as the truth.

Now, however, the truth has been shattered.

The mechs piloted by those fierce and arrogant mecha masters looked like a swarm of flies being chased by humans.

"Stop, stop!" a trembling voice that tried to maintain its majesty resounded through the world.

It was the voice of the Captain of the Tempest Legion.

Only a five-star mecha can make such a loud sound when the amplifier is turned up to the maximum.

"In the name of my Peric, I command all the legionnaires, to stop on the spot!"

Eight-star mecha master Perrick, who has single-handedly controlled the Tempest Legion for many years, has to say that his authority is indeed deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even with the unspeakable fear in their hearts, the vast majority of mecha still trembled and stopped in the air.

Only a handful of mechs scurried around as if they hadn't heard.

A twelve-meter-tall mecha with a straight wing on its back, chased it behind a desperate mecha like a flint, and slashed him into two with a sword.

"Kill those who flee from the battle! Kill those who disrespect military orders! Kill those who are afraid of the enemy! Kill those who disturb the army! Kill ...... people."

Beric roared in a trembling voice at first, but soon, more and more determined, more and more rigid as iron!

But even if he was in control of the five-star mecha "Wind Demon King", which was known for his speed, how easy was it to chase hundreds of rout mecha that had escaped in parts?

"Kill the escapees!" Suddenly, a four-star mecha opened its arm cannon, and with one shot, it knocked a mecha that really intended to escape from his side to the ground, and then rockets were fired one after another, blowing the mecha to pieces.

"Kill those who don't respect military orders!" a sharp voice shouted, and an all-three-star mecha suddenly caught up with a low-level mecha and slashed it down with a single sword.

"Fear the enemy and kill them!" "Those who disturb the military formation...... Kill!"

More and more roars rang out, and from officers to ordinary soldiers, more and more mechs began to burst out, killing those colleagues who fled out of control one by one.

The Wind Demon stopped in the air, and on the radar in the cockpit, the green dots that ran away in a panic disappeared one by one, and the last thing left behind was all the green dots fixed in place.

"Haha, hahaha, hahahaha......"

Perrick laughed twice, then began to laugh out loud.

"Hahahahaha......ha

The mechs of the Tempest Legion, you look at me, I look at you, and suddenly laughed in unison.

Looking at them from afar, Hanfka and his party showed surprise on their faces, and several people who were paralyzed on the ground also got up one by one, and everyone looked at each other a few times, and they couldn't help but smile with relief.

Like the Tempest Legion, they could still feel a powerful momentum, but the sourceless fear in their hearts was gone.

In the distance, Sava pulled Yaya, hiding behind a boulder, looking at the Tempest Legion laughing heroically in the sky, Sava couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "This human army is amazing! Even if the strong armies of the famous continent ten thousand years ago can resist the terrifying momentum of the dinosaurs when they were born without collapsing, they can't find a few." As far as I know, that is, our Ancestral Mountain Guards can do it. Well, you don't need me to kill people. ”

Sky, Peric had stopped laughing, and he shouted, "Warriors of the Tempest Legion!"

Suddenly, countless people roared like a tsunami: "Here!"

Peric shouted: "My generation is in the army, driving mechas, fighting strange beasts, what is the matter?"

Everyone roared in unison: "Promote the prestige of the human race in the world, drive thousands of strange beasts to the remote land, and protect the peace of the empire!"

"Good!" Perrick exclaimed, "Have you forgotten the oath you took when you joined my Tempest Legion?"

"I have never forgotten!" roared in unison, sweeping through the wind and clouds, and even the yellow sand that was grounded to the sky seemed to have lost its majesty.

The Wind Demon King's sword slashed: "Tell me to listen!"

Everyone suddenly shouted: "We are determined to turn into a violent wind, and the enemy will not be destroyed until death!"

"Hahaha! I really remember it!" Perrick laughed, his voice full of pride: "I, the martyrs of the Tempest Legion, have been stationed in the Lost Desert for 4,000 years, and there are no less than 100,000 people killed in battle, and more than 100 mecha divisions above seven stars have fallen. Our blood has already stained this desert!"

"We sacrificed our lives and forgot about death, and fought hard for generations, in exchange for what?"

Taking a breath, Peric roared violently: "In exchange for the lives of hundreds of Legendary-level alien beasts, in exchange for countless corpses of alien beasts, in exchange for the four thousand years of forbidden forests in the desert where alien beasts cannot be lost, in exchange for the peace of the people of the four surrounding provinces!

"Value! value! value!" Nearly 10,000 soldiers of the Tempest Legion, the blood all over their bodies was boiling, and when they heard the question of the legion commander, they immediately shouted loudly!

"Dinosaurs, god-level beasts. Perrick's voice suddenly deepened, "The innate skill is "Terror of All Races"! Before, I always thought it was just a legend, but now, it has really come, and as soon as it comes, it has set off an incomparable panic in the hearts of each of us. ”

The crowd was silent.

"It must have thought that we, the Tempest Legion, the Tempest Legion that has garrisoned the Lost Desert for four thousand years, and the Tempest Legion that has brought boundless slaughter to foreign beasts, will scurry all over the sky like frightened flies. Peric said with some self-deprecation, and then his tone became heroic again: "But he was wrong! Compared with the horror of all his races, what we are more afraid of is the loss of the dignity of a warrior! Let the wind of the martyrs with their blood turn into a fart!"

"Don't be a fart!" Beric said in a low voice, as if to say to himself, but every warrior heard it through the mecha's intercom system. "I'm going to turn it into a fart. ”

"Follow me! Beat it to a fart!" Peric shouted with his sword raised, and the mech spread its wings and was the first to rush into the depths of the sand.

"Beat all the beasts into farts!" Nearly 10,000 warriors roared at the top of their voices, allowing the wild blood to dominate their bodies, following their legion commander into the yellow sand that covered the sky and the sun.